Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 499 - 483 Portrait of the Creation King (1/3)

Chapter 499: Chapter 483 Portrait of the Creation King (1/3)

Zhou Heng’s mind was in turmoil, as if he had an epiphany.

Techniques have weaknesses, stones have weaknesses, what about people?

Indeed, people must also have structural weaknesses.

A horizontal slice across the chest is definitely harder than a vertical stab, because it would encounter bones, a simple truth. Moreover, are all bones the same strength? Certainly not.

If one could find the weakest spot, then they could achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Of course, there was no need for such trouble when facing someone weaker than oneself, a single slash would end it. But very soon, Zhou Heng would be heading to the Immortal Realm, where perhaps even the Second Layer Heaven of Moonlight wouldn’t be able to suppress him, yet the Third Layer Heaven definitely could!

In the Immortal Realm, each minor realm was as vast as a Great Realm of the Mortal Realm!

There would be formidable enemies everywhere!

If he could master this technique, it would greatly enhance his battle power!

This could be called... targeted weakness attacks, hitting with ten percent strength and causing twelve or even twenty percent damage! Combined with the Sky-soaring Nine Forms, the power would be boundless!

With this, his confidence in striking a killing blow on Liu Anqi increased substantially.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Zhou Heng thrust his sword out, again and again, comparing and summarizing from the sounds produced. Suddenly, he let out a long howl and, swish swish swish, executed three consecutive slashes, sending stone chips flying and each sword penetrating two inches deep into the stone!

He had succeeded!

"Zhou... Zhou, have you just taken an aphrodisiac? How did you suddenly become so fierce?" Black Donkey’s eyes bulged out. Although its cultivation level was much lower than Zhou Heng’s, wouldn’t a Half-Step Immortal be able to discern the difference between one inch and two inches?

There’s a straw that breaks the camel’s back, humans do have their limits, in a state of reaching their limits, it’s extremely difficult to increase even a fraction of one’s strength, let alone doubling it!

"Donkey, one day someone will sew your mouth shut so you can’t speak for the rest of your life!" Zhou Heng laughed heartily, feeling extremely joyful, too lazy to be angry with this annoying donkey.

"It’s strange, without taking an aphrodisiac you’re this fierce, what if you actually took one?" Black Donkey muttered to itself on the side, "In the future, when facing a strong enemy, should we feed them an aphrodisiac first? Wouldn’t we then be invincible?"

"... I can hear you!" Zhou Heng’s face immediately turned black.

Wielding his sword again, having grasped the trick, every one of Zhou Heng’s strikes now delivered two hundred percent of its power, dramatically increasing his efficiency. In just over an hour, the legs of the stone table were finally severed!

This was also because Feiyu Seven Swords was an Immortal Technique and consumed too much spiritual power, forcing Zhou Heng to stop to replenish his spiritual power midway. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have needed so much time if he could have continued slashing.

"My treasure! My precious treasure!" Black Donkey extended its hooves and hugged the Azure Sky Stone, completely intoxicated.

"Donkey, I have already foreseen two ways you might die, either through your mischief or your greed!" Zhou Heng shook his head. He had the Black Sword, so the Azure Sky Stone wasn’t very useful to him, but it was a priceless treasure for those around him.

"I am a divine omen from the heavens, I cannot die!" Black Donkey shamelessly declared, as it stowed the Azure Sky Stone into its Space Artifact.

Zhou Heng didn’t stop it, they could divide the loot when they got back, and he doubted Black Donkey would dare to abscond with it — if it dared, he would make Little Foodie sleep with it every night and nibble on its donkey rear!

"Let’s go, we’ve already wasted plenty of time!"

Man and donkey passed through the garden and entered the second palace. As soon as they did, a tremendous pressure assailed them, almost causing them both to kneel on the spot.

Zhou Heng looked up and saw at the end of the hall hung a portrait of a tall and lean middle-aged man in brocade robes, with a thin face yet exuding a natural domineering presence that commanded silent respect.

That overwhelming pressure was emanating from this portrait, not a direct physical oppression, but an intimidation on a spiritual and mental level!

It must be that Creation King!

Zhou Heng thought to himself, and had already compared him with Kong Aokun, concluding that their strength was close. However, Kong Aokun had been in front of him, and this was just a portrait, the difference between them... impossible to describe!

Kong Aokun had already reached the Sublimation of the Third Layer Heaven in cultivation level, but with just one Great Realm apart, the strength disparity was inconceivable!

In the Immortal Realm, while there were certainly vast differences between the minor realms, the differences between Great Realms were even more terrifying.

In all the stages of the Third Layer Heaven Zhou Heng had experienced before, he could definitely protect himself against an enemy of a higher Great Realm, but in the Immortal Realm, it was far from possible.

The gap was just too vast!

To defeat an Emperor while being at the King level was already a defiance of the heavens.

Zhou Heng straightened his back; since it wasn’t direct physical oppression, he would never bow his head!

Whack, Black Donkey had already knelt down, utterly lacking in integrity.

What use was integrity to an annoying donkey? It couldn’t be eaten or used, nothing but something to be thrown away.

Let it kneel, as long as it could benefit in the end, that’s all that mattered.

The donkey swam forward as if it were swimming, paddling its four hooves continuously, its wrapped rear twisting and turning, a sight that deeply disgusted everyone.

Zhou Heng resisted the urge to kick the Black Donkey flying, his eyes circulating with golden light as he stepped forward, one step at a time.

Ahead of him, Liu Anqi had already collapsed fully to the ground, just like the Black Donkey, while Linghu Xuan was doing slightly better, struggling to crawl on the ground.

This was pressure on the level of willpower, unrelated to one’s own strength!

This was the difference between master and servant.

Zhou Heng thought to himself, although Liu Anqi’s realm was far above that of Linghu Xuan, as a servant, he had become accustomed to obeying commands. Thus, when faced with an enemy so powerful that resistance was futile, he quickly chose to be submissive and surrender.

On the other hand, Linghu Xuan still had the pride of a member of a great clan and was unwilling to bow easily, so he continued to persevere, but he wouldn’t last much longer!

This opponent was the Creation King—even if it was only a portrait!

Zhou Heng had the spirit of reaching for the sky. He would never allow himself to bow to anyone, let alone prostrate himself.

So what if it was the Creation King? Someone might defeat him, but they could never defeat his heart!

He strode forward, his body radiating divine light, facing the immense pressure as if he were facing a great enemy.

Hum!

A golden figure emerged above his head. Under such terrifying pressure, Zhou Heng had no choice but to mobilize all his strength. The golden figure was his deity, the manifestation of his consciousness.

Thud, thud, thud—Zhou Heng walked with steady steps, moving forward quickly, soon overtaking Linghu Xuan and Liu Anqi.

Seeing Zhou Heng stride past, Linghu Xuan couldn’t help but show a strong shade of jealousy. Their realms were similar, so why could Zhou Heng go boldly forward while he could barely take a step?

This had nothing to do with cultivation level; it was entirely a matter of willpower!

He had been quite pleased with himself, as Liu Anqi, with a much higher realm, had already collapsed to the side, proving his own excellence. But before he could enjoy it for long, Zhou Heng delivered him a resounding slap in the face!

That’s what it means to be excellent!

He must be killed!

Linghu Xuan’s heart soured, though he knew there were many more outstanding talents in the Immortal Realm, he had never witnessed them with his own eyes. Zhou Heng was right in front of him, seemingly not strong, and without the protection of family bodyguards, such a golden opportunity should not be missed!

Moreover, Zhou Heng had a Star Core on him!

May the heavens bless him and grant him a chance to kill Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng didn’t let himself be distracted and took firm steps forward.

Compared to the pressure from the portrait of the Elf Race’s Creation King, Linghu Xuan’s bit of resentment was truly trivial. And since Linghu Xuan wanted to kill Zhou Heng and Zhou Heng had no intention of letting them go, why pay undue attention to a dead man’s aura?

The further forward he went, the greater the pressure became. Crack, crack, crack—The sound of his bones groaning continued to resonate from Zhou Heng’s body, as if they were about to shatter under the unbearable burden.

Keep in mind he had the physique of a Divinity Transformation Realm Magic Artifact; in the Mortal Realm, he ought to be invincible, but now he was approaching the edge of what he could bear. How unbelievable this was!

This willpower had no attack potency, but in the intense resistance, Zhou Heng had to mobilize all his strength to resist. Yet this strength could not be vented and surged only within his body. As more and more power accumulated, eventually, even his Divine Bones were subjected to unbearable pressure.

He could either withdraw his strength and stop resisting this willpower, or he could stand firm and suffer countless injuries!

A smile appeared on Zhou Heng’s lips. What did it matter if he was covered in wounds? Has he ever not been injured since he began his cultivation?

Come on! Come on! Let’s see just how terrifying the willpower of the Creation Realm is!

Zhou Heng did not retreat one bit; his way was to forge ahead with bravery and without fear. Since this was a clash on the level of consciousness, he was confident he wouldn’t lose to anyone.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

His flesh was the first to shatter, bursting open one by one under the impact of his own ferocious power, his blood spraying out, a purplish hue visible in it as it splattered along the way.

"Purple blood, physique of a Divinity Transformation Realm Magic Artifact?" Linghu Xuan’s heart jolted, suddenly remembering something, but for a moment, he couldn’t recall it fully.

Zhou Heng seemed unfazed, divine light shooting three feet out of his eyes, striding forward.

Patter, patter, patter—the blood flowed, forming little streams.

"Gold Devouring Clan!" Linghu Xuan’s heart trembled violently as he finally remembered it!

Yes, it must be the Gold Devouring Clan, to have the physique of a Divinity Transformation Realm Magic Artifact during Divinity Transformation, because this race specialized in cultivating the body! But... wasn’t this race exterminated tens of thousands of years ago?

That’s it, Zhou Heng must be the one who slipped through the net!

Therefore, he had such high talent because he might be the only hope preserved by the Gold Devouring Clan, likely the person with the greatest potential in the entire race! That’s why there were no bodyguards around him, because he was the only one left in the Gold Devouring Clan!

If that was the case, then he surely had no background in the Immortal Realm either, and killing him would leave no worries!

With this thought, a sinister smile suddenly appeared on Linghu Xuan’s face. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)